She laughed.

Then she reached into her bag and handed me a folded drawing.

It showed the park from above.

Beneath the oak tree stood two people: one tall and gray-haired, one small and smiling.

Next to them was a market with flower boxes, and behind it stood a house with yellow curtains.

Across the top she’d written: *The places where I feel safe.*

I studied it for a long time.